Now Main Street's white-washed windows and vacant stores
Seems like there ain't nobody wants to come down here no more.
They're closing down the textile mill across the railroad tracks.
Foreman says these jobs are going, boys, and they ain't coming back to
Your hometown.

Last night me and Kate, we laid in bed, talking about getting out ...
Packing up our bags, maybe heading south ...
I'm thirty-five, we got a boy of our own now ...
Last night I sat him up behind the wheel, said, 'Son take a good
Look around' ...
This is your hometown.